Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Moebius to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Crime,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.